Harry Styles Imagines.

Homework.

"Mom!" My daughter yells from the living room.

"What?" I yell back as I'm trying to wash the dishes that Harry was supposed to do. But apparently he got an "important call."

"I need your help!" She yells and I huff wiping my hands on the napkin beside the sink.

I walk over to the living room to my Darcy sitting on the floor doing her homework.

"What do you need help in?" I ask her and sit beside her on the floor.

"Math." She says and my eyebrows raise above my hairline.

"Nope. Ask you father. I don't know math." I say and shake my head.

I hated math as kid, I have cried wayyy too much over solving a single multiplication problem.

"I don't know where he is." My daughter whines and I feel sympathy for her.

"Okay I can try. What is it?" I ask and she shows her notebook to me.

"Algebra." She says and looks at me hopefully.

Now, how can I tell my own daughter that her mother barely passed the math classes and doesn't know shit.

"Uh, you need to ask this to you dad, honey. I really don't kno-" I get cut off by her.

"Did you fail math class?" She smirks at me. I swear half of the genes in her are of Harry. She got nothing from me except for my sassiness. She even got his accent too.

"Do you wanna get grounded?" I ask her raising my eyebrow at my 12-year-old daughter.

"You so failed the math class." She teases me and I narrow my eyes at her she sticks her tongue out, I huff and call Harry.

"Harry, come here!" I call for him.

"Yeah?" He asks standing in front us.

"I need help in math." Darcy says.

"Yeah sure, what is it?" He says and comes and joins us on the floor.

"Did you finish your "important call" that came just when I asked you to wash the dishes?" I ask with narrowed eyes. I see his eyes widen and he opens his mouth for an excuse.

"I was going t-, yeah, the call, oh god." He stammers as he tries to explain. I open my mouth to say something but our daughter stops me.

"Kinda need help here, I have a test tomorrow." Darcy says looking at both us.

"We'll talk about this later." I say to Harry and he nods.

"Here comes the she-devil." Harry says under his breath.

"What did you say?" I ask him with a scowl.

"N-nothing, I love you." He says with wide eyes and I have to stop myself from laughing.

"GUYS! If you are done trying to express you love, I. NEED. HELP." Our daughter says exasperatedly.

"Sorry." Me and Harry both say and the same time and Darcy rolls her eyes at us.

"Okay, what is it?" He asks Darcy not wanting to waste any time.

I get up from the floor to do the remaining dishes.

"I swear your mother's scary." He whispers to Darcy not so quietly, and my daughter giggles at the sentence agreeing with Harry.

"I heard that." I say from the kitchen with a small smile on my face.

"Oh shit, we are sleeping hungry tonight." He teases and I narrow my eyes at the sentence.

"Harry!" I say loudly which results in Darcy cackling and Harry trying to shush her.

I shake my head at the people I adore and love the most on this world. But sometimes they both can really test my patience.

"Dinner's ready!" I tell them both after almost 2 hours.

I hope Darcy has solved the algebra problem with Harry.

"Coming!" Both of them yell.

Soon both of them come into the kitchen.

"You could've asked me to set the table, darling." Harry says as he sees the table.

"Yeah, I would've but I didn't want to interrupt you and Darcy. Plus, you could've that "important call" again, so..." I say looking at him with a hand on my hips. I hear Darcy chuckle.

"Sweetheart, you go and sit at the table, I'll help your mother." Harry says and takes a hold of the lasagna I made.

"Okay." Darcy says and goes into the living room.

Harry puts the container down on the counter and walks over me.

"Hey, are you really mad that I didn't do the dishes?" He asks.

"Well, I am not mad but a little upset." I say as his hands wrap around my waist and pulls me closer.

"I'm sorry. I'll do the dishes after dinner. I promise." He says and pecks my lips.

"Okay." I say and he smiles at me leaning down to kiss me again and I kiss him back.

My hands go to his curly hair and I tug on it making him groan into my mouth. His hands slip to my ass and I immediately break off our kiss.

"Harry, Darcy is sitting right there." I whisper and he groans and his head falls on my shoulder making me chuckle.

"I need our mommy and daddy time together." He says and kisses my neck softly.

"You will get it. You have to make up for the dishes too, don't you?" I push his shoulders back so he looks at me and I smirk at him making him do the same.

"God, I love you." He says and leans down to kiss me once more but our daughters voice stops him.

"If you guys are done, I'd like to eat, I'm hungry." Darcy says and my cheeks go pink. I push Harry off me and get the container.

"I love you too." I say and quickly go the dining table, but not before hearing Harry's chuckle.

"C'mon Drac. Let's eat." I call and she comes to the table.

"Thank god." She groans as I serve her.

Harry joins us and we all eat dinner happily and I am so grateful to have a beautiful family.